☌ four ⌈voice⌋

[epicenities]

[No video again this time; it's obvious enough from the sound of his voice that he's upset and angry, so he's not about to show his face as well.]

Fifty-three days... well, I guess that's that. No need to be in a hurry anymore.

[A beat, then a realization:]

Unless time stops moving while we're gone or something. But they haven't even invented time travel in my century, so I really doubt it.

Shit.

[Another beat, then he raises his voice to a more usual, firmer tone.]

I need to distract myself!